The old man laughed maniacally, hearing his son's answer that bore truth. He held his stomach as he laughed, making it seem like he's a mad man.
"That... and I have been targetting someone, haven't I?"
Blanc's eyes widened when all his memories came together like a jigsaw puzzle, making him remember what he couldn't.
"No!" A katana appeared on Blanc's hand, some tears escaping from his eyes. "You will not touch Heraleen! You will not touch my wife!"
An evil smirk appeared on the old man's face. He had already stopped laughing as he stood tall, looking at Blanc condescendingly.
"Kneel."
Like there was a boulder falling on top of him, Blanc was forced to kneel in front of the old man without him even touching Blanc. Seeing this, Heraleen's eyes widened to have seen how powerful the old man was to have commanded someone else with just one word.
He's on par with her father.
